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The suppressors were where Chip had left them, looking sleek but only half-painted. There was no way Giovanni and Silver would accept such unpainted work. Still, functionally, they seemed operational--how effective they were was unknown. Chip shuddered and made another buzzing noise that...

Outside, all was peaceful. It didn't look like there was any activity aside from the rush of Team Spectrum and others to see the aftermath of what had happened... "Right, I'll--I'll call for Breaker again. She might have an idea of what to do..." Zinc quickly shuffled out, glancing at S'more...

Owen caught the text from Nate and, knowing he could heal, quickly sent a mental message to Cal to go to the Guild instead while he redirected to the lab with other healers. "What's going o--Chip!" Owen gasped before he even truly saw him. He hadn't recognized Chip at first with how scattered...

Nothing suspicious. Nothing out of the ordinary. Joule asked for the names of some of the best restaurants in town that Nate could recommend. It is difficult to tell if he was serious. Jirachi seems reluctant and remarks that wish-granting is a very strenuous thing to do, and it certainly...

Nate, having the foresight to check on Chip before anything else, was the first to see a truly ghastly sight. Chip had been slammed hard into an opposite wall near Blacklight Mewtwo's chamber. His telekinetically-connected limbs were strewn about the room, whatever material they were made of...

Bone smiled at that. It was rare from her, but after talking for so long, it seemed that she had opened up, just a little. "Well within them," she replied warmly.

She nodded. "My name is a little strange for Cibus," she said, "but it is still my name. It seems that you all are from a reality so far removed that even your names are strange to us. Your leader must have quite a lot of power and knowledge to do something like that for you."

"Oh?" Bone asked with a curious head-tilt. "Right... you do like your battles, don't you? And something tells me your natural typing will be far from detrimental against me." She chuckled. "Yes. I accept, when time allows. Nugget will be thrilled... He's much more active than I am nowadays...

Bone hummed. "I've had a midlife crisis or two. I'm probably going through one now. I'm getting on in years, though. I don't know if it counts as midlife anymore." She looked at the tea, enjoying the scent even as only a quarter remained. "...I live a quiet life reading about what's going on in...

Bone chuckled a little. There was a glint in her eyes at the mention of Brisa's father. It seemed to get her talking more. "It terrified me," she said, and then she sighed to herself. "A lot of things did. The little terrors of life crawled on me long after my time as hero was over. When I...

Bone took another long drink as she weighed the question. "It's a fine thing to ask," she said slowly. "And sometimes, it is something that I wonder for myself, too. It is something that all humans wonder when given this task. What would have happened, had I refused? Or, after I succeeded, what...

Her face was inscrutable and rigid, but her eyes had a kindness to them no matter what she was saying or doing. It was hard to imagine those eyes were part of someone so capable of fighting. "All those years ago," Bone said, taking her slow, first drink, "my team and I fought Rayquaza and...

"No. Your name is important. It is all I kept of myself for a long time." The Marowak set her cup down gently, waiting for it to cool a little more. "I have spent a lot of time reading about your group. There is a lot of free time for me, now that I can afford to take things easy." Outside, two...

The door, if it could be called one, was made of simple and aged wood, recently installed to help keep out the cold air that, perhaps, was now a bother compared to her more youthful years. The door creaked open and Bone gave a short nod as welcome. They were at around eye-level, though Brisa...

Mewtwo was expressionless as always, staring at Soda. Then, he looked to all the others as they gathered around. Cal led the charge for those who had been with Maple, aside from Echo who had sped so quickly ahead. From Destiny Village, even more were incoming, though it seemed a few were split...

"Wh--Raven?!" Owen shouted, but she was already so far away. Maybe she was leaving to get help, or maybe she panicked and didn't remember she could just use telepathy. He snarled and turned his attention back to Mewtwo, still advancing. "Mewtwo's closing in!" Owen announced, just as Mewtwo was...

Mewtwo kept advancing, distracted by Owen, slowed by Soul, and still trying to smash through several others as they went. Help from others like Petram also helped to slow Mewtwo further. Owen's attacks, while powerful, were now being ignored by Mewtwo, especially as Owen needed the extra time to...

Mewtwo didn't even hesitate. He kept striking at others on the team, disappearing and reappearing while advancing directly for Arceus with each one. Pop noticed. But what he also noticed was how terrified Cola suddenly looked. "He's staring at me," Cola whimpered. He yelped in terror around the...

Rocky couldn't get so much as a few wide steps in before seeing something emerge from the rubble, trailing smoke behind him. "No--!" Owen crouched down and growled, forming balls of fire over his shoulder. It was Blacklight Mewtwo, suddenly active. Was he waiting for something all this time...

Cal sighed and turned around. "Guess that's all for--" The ground rumbled. Cal's embers shrank with concern. "Uh, did you guys feel that?" But after a quick pause, it seemed like Cal was listening to someone. She spun and flared her wings out. "Destiny Tower. NOW!" She kicked off the ground...